From the elegant look of this film’s poster, I’d say this has the potential to be one damned fine documentary about my favorite subject, namely the NYC Punk Movement that did society a fuck of a lot more good than any other movement to come along since.
Iggy is still God.
Elvis (Costello) is still the King.
Debbie (Harry) is still the Queen.
Peaches is still the Goddess.
The Stones are still The Stones.





